The Cursed Lycan - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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Ella's POV
I don't know how long I had been sleeping till I woke and realized it was late in the afternoon. I was feeling heavy and exhausted. At first, my brain was so blank that I even found it hard to recognize where I was. It felt like I had lost all my memories, but there was one thing that struck deep into the core of my heart, and that was a strange, overwhelming sadness and gloom.
"What happened?" I muttered, narrowing my eyes as I slowly sat up from the bed. The clock was ticking, and that was the only sound in my room. Everywhere was so dead silent and spooky that I thought maybe I had turned into a ghost.
Leaning against the wall, I shut my eyes and tried regaining consciousness. I needed to remember it all to know why I felt like my heart had been seared into two with sharp swords. Something so dear seemed to have been taken away from me, but I just couldn't get my head to recall what it was.
I had slept for a long time, but it also seemed like I was drugged, which explained why my mind was just hazy and foggy.
Just then, the door made a creaky sound, and I quickly turned my gaze to the door, wondering who it was, but when I saw Laura walk in, my confusion instantly turned into fear as it all began to flow into my head slowly.
Scarlett followed her behind with mischievous smiles all over her face too. My heart began to thud faster, and sweat formed on my face. I became all sweaty, and my eyes couldn't hold back their tears, even when I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to appear weak, but it was unbearable.
I wished I had lost my memories. I wished at that moment I didn't remember these horrible past that were like trident plunged into my chest. The house that was silent earlier was now normal, with all activities returning to the way they had always been before the Lycan came. Everything was back to normal, which only meant that Dracula was gone.
He had left without seeing me again. Those words he poured out at my doorstep were the most sincere words anyone had ever said to me. Every word he spoke was laced with emotion and deep concern.
There was no single doubt he desired to see me. He even apologized for pushing me off of him earlier and asked that I at least let him see me for the last time before he leaves.
No.
No.
I failed him. I didn't come out and meet him. It must have broken his heart in the most painful way! How would I let him know I never meant to hurt him? His voice was filled with a pure and distinct yearning, as if his life depended on me.
Even when he had been a cruel and cold-hearted man, I had felt so drawn to him, and as his mate, I didn't see him like a monster as others did; instead, I saw a man who had always wanted love but never had it. I don't know what his secrets might be, but I was ready to stand beside him and be the shoulder he rested on and the one who would never leave him when things went wrong.
In his dark brown eyes that always appeared cold and glazed, there was a hint of emotion, which he kept fighting to suppress. He looked helpless in his state, and instead of anyone helping him, they all dreaded and fled from his presence as if he were a demon. They don't know the demon was inside him, eating him up.
"Scarlett, where is Dracula, the Lycan prince? Please don't tell him he is gone ." I purred, my eyes brimming with tears and falling freely down my cheeks as I sat helplessly on the bed, feeling like my heart would burst because of how heavy and strained they were.
Instead of responding, Laura and her burst into fits of laughter that brought tears to their eyes. Now I wondered what was really funny.
"If I were you, I would go down on my knees and thank us for locking you inside here under drugs, saving you from a gruesome death by the same man you are head over heels in love with. Do you know how badly he wants to find you and end your life in the most horrible way?" Scarlett laughed harder, and I sneered at her like she was a fool.
I was sure Dracula didn't hate me. We are mates and are bound to be together. He even wanted to see me before he left.
"You are lying. He will never kill me. He might be cruel, but he can't bear to see me feel the slightest pain." I snorted at her with a little smile curling up my lips as the sound of his passionate, husky voice last night at my door replayed in my head.
"I hope this will clear you of those stupid illusions you are harboring. No one can save you because you are destined to suffer in grief and pain till death takes you away from this world!" Laura shot at me, her eyes fierce and hateful.
I was wondering what she meant till she dropped a sound recorder on the table and played a recorded file for me.
"What!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, petrified at what I just heard. My eyes widened, and every part of me froze as I became instantly wet with sweat, my head banging at every word I heard from the recorder.
"But I am not a demon, and I didn't run away!" I cried out; my feelings were so shattered and broken into pieces. Tears flooded down from my eyes as my lips trembled uncontrollably while I panted and gasped for breath. At that point, I wished it was not real. Maybe my ears were playing tricks on me, or I was having illusions.
No!
It can't be that my father went with Laura to lie to the Lycan prince that I was a demon who used dark magic to create the mate bond between us so I would poison and kill him.
This is so unbelievable and terrifying. Oh, no! What have I done to deserve this?
"What did I do wrong to you! Why do all this to me?! Why tell him that?! You have destroyed me! You have destroyed my entire life with this!" I burst out in a piercing cry, crashing down to the floor from the bed and even hitting my head on the hard floor, but I didn't care about whatever sharp pain I felt in my head.
No pain could be compared to this crushing and heart-wrenching aching in my heart as I hear Dracula telling them to alert him when they find me. His voice was deadly and emanated so much rage and hatred.
He would kill me instantly.
Demons killed his fellow Lycan in history, and that created an eternal enmity between them. My fate would be a pathetic one if Dracula ever saw me again.
"Do you still want to meet him? This is the flute he gave us to alert him when we finds you so he would come. Should I do you a favor by blowing....."
"No!!!! Don't!! Please don't do this to me!" I stumbled on my knees and hands, falling helplessly on the feet of Laura, shaking terribly as I cried more. This was the greatest pain I had ever felt in my life. No torture or maltreatment could be compared to this.
My mate, who should have been my last hope and final redemption from this horrible life, was the same man who would kill me if he saw me. The same mate I yearned for and was ready to do anything to meet and spend the rest of my life with was the same man I would live the rest of my life running away from.
I was doomed already. Laura has control over me with that flute, and it hurts so much more to realize it was your mate who would help your enemies end your life in an even more gruesome way.
Laura kicked me off her legs, and even when it flung me away with sharp pain in my chest from her kick, I still crawled and sprawled back because the flute was in her mouth. I don't want to die yet.
At that moment, my father came into the room and didn't say anything to me. He simply whispered something to his mate, Laura, in hushed tones.
"Go back to doing your house chores and be all subjective like a puppet, which you are. Be an obedient child to everyone, or else... you know..." Laura scoffed with a deep smirk and a wry glint in her eyes.
I nodded helplessly, looking up at them with my hair all disheveled and scattered all over my face, my tears mixed with sweat soaking my face wet.
"Poor girl..." Scarlett snickered in a sarcastic tone before laughing derisively at me. They all left, slamming the door in my face.
The little hope I relied on had just been crushed and blown away with the wind. Just when I thought I was at the peak of escape from this cruel fate, it all turned back to nothing. I was back at the beginning. Back to being the slave of the pack and that girl everyone can treat whatever way they wanted.
Why is my life this way? Who will ever save me again? It is all over, I guess. All I have to do now is wait until I die and am forgotten in this cold world.
The door was kicked open again, and I leapt in fear.
"What are you still doing there?" Scarlett came yelling at me, and even before I could say or do anything, she slapped my face and pulled me to the door by my hair, so harsh and rough that I bruised my knees.
"Please stop!" I pleaded, and she chuckled.
"What about calling on your mate for help? The flute can help!" She mocked and went on with her wild and annoying laughter as she released her grip on my hair but kicked me hard on my head that I fell flat on the outside of my room, pain consuming me both from the inside and outside. My heart is bleeding. This is too unbearable!
"I can't believe I was so jealous when he told you to take him to the garden and also went to the mines to look for you. He had also asked around for you with a glint of emotion that he had never shown for anyone else. It was so clear he would be your savior, and we would all get punished for making your life hard. All thanks to the Luna for her smarts. Now you are the most pathetic soul left on earth!"
While I sobbed helplessly on the ground, she laughed mischievously.
I don't know how long I had been sleeping till I woke and realized it was late in the afternoon. I was feeling heavy and exhausted. At first, my brain was so blank that I even found it hard to recognize where I was. It felt like I had lost all my memories, but there was one thing that struck deep into the core of my heart, and that was a strange, overwhelming sadness and gloom.
"What happened?" I muttered, narrowing my eyes as I slowly sat up from the bed. The clock was ticking, and that was the only sound in my room. Everywhere was so dead silent and spooky that I thought maybe I had turned into a ghost.
Leaning against the wall, I shut my eyes and tried regaining consciousness. I needed to remember it all to know why I felt like my heart had been seared into two with sharp swords. Something so dear seemed to have been taken away from me, but I just couldn't get my head to recall what it was.
I had slept for a long time, but it also seemed like I was drugged, which explained why my mind was just hazy and foggy.
Just then, the door made a creaky sound, and I quickly turned my gaze to the door, wondering who it was, but when I saw Laura walk in, my confusion instantly turned into fear as it all began to flow into my head slowly.
Scarlett followed her behind with mischievous smiles all over her face too. My heart began to thud faster, and sweat formed on my face. I became all sweaty, and my eyes couldn't hold back their tears, even when I didn't want to cry. I didn't want to appear weak, but it was unbearable.
I wished I had lost my memories. I wished at that moment I didn't remember these horrible past that were like trident plunged into my chest. The house that was silent earlier was now normal, with all activities returning to the way they had always been before the Lycan came. Everything was back to normal, which only meant that Dracula was gone.
He had left without seeing me again. Those words he poured out at my doorstep were the most sincere words anyone had ever said to me. Every word he spoke was laced with emotion and deep concern.
There was no single doubt he desired to see me. He even apologized for pushing me off of him earlier and asked that I at least let him see me for the last time before he leaves.
No.
No.
I failed him. I didn't come out and meet him. It must have broken his heart in the most painful way! How would I let him know I never meant to hurt him? His voice was filled with a pure and distinct yearning, as if his life depended on me.
Even when he had been a cruel and cold-hearted man, I had felt so drawn to him, and as his mate, I didn't see him like a monster as others did; instead, I saw a man who had always wanted love but never had it. I don't know what his secrets might be, but I was ready to stand beside him and be the shoulder he rested on and the one who would never leave him when things went wrong.
In his dark brown eyes that always appeared cold and glazed, there was a hint of emotion, which he kept fighting to suppress. He looked helpless in his state, and instead of anyone helping him, they all dreaded and fled from his presence as if he were a demon. They don't know the demon was inside him, eating him up.
"Scarlett, where is Dracula, the Lycan prince? Please don't tell him he is gone ." I purred, my eyes brimming with tears and falling freely down my cheeks as I sat helplessly on the bed, feeling like my heart would burst because of how heavy and strained they were.
Instead of responding, Laura and her burst into fits of laughter that brought tears to their eyes. Now I wondered what was really funny.
"If I were you, I would go down on my knees and thank us for locking you inside here under drugs, saving you from a gruesome death by the same man you are head over heels in love with. Do you know how badly he wants to find you and end your life in the most horrible way?" Scarlett laughed harder, and I sneered at her like she was a fool.
I was sure Dracula didn't hate me. We are mates and are bound to be together. He even wanted to see me before he left.
"You are lying. He will never kill me. He might be cruel, but he can't bear to see me feel the slightest pain." I snorted at her with a little smile curling up my lips as the sound of his passionate, husky voice last night at my door replayed in my head.
"I hope this will clear you of those stupid illusions you are harboring. No one can save you because you are destined to suffer in grief and pain till death takes you away from this world!" Laura shot at me, her eyes fierce and hateful.
I was wondering what she meant till she dropped a sound recorder on the table and played a recorded file for me.
"What!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, petrified at what I just heard. My eyes widened, and every part of me froze as I became instantly wet with sweat, my head banging at every word I heard from the recorder.
"But I am not a demon, and I didn't run away!" I cried out; my feelings were so shattered and broken into pieces. Tears flooded down from my eyes as my lips trembled uncontrollably while I panted and gasped for breath. At that point, I wished it was not real. Maybe my ears were playing tricks on me, or I was having illusions.
No!
It can't be that my father went with Laura to lie to the Lycan prince that I was a demon who used dark magic to create the mate bond between us so I would poison and kill him.
This is so unbelievable and terrifying. Oh, no! What have I done to deserve this?
"What did I do wrong to you! Why do all this to me?! Why tell him that?! You have destroyed me! You have destroyed my entire life with this!" I burst out in a piercing cry, crashing down to the floor from the bed and even hitting my head on the hard floor, but I didn't care about whatever sharp pain I felt in my head.
No pain could be compared to this crushing and heart-wrenching aching in my heart as I hear Dracula telling them to alert him when they find me. His voice was deadly and emanated so much rage and hatred.
He would kill me instantly.
Demons killed his fellow Lycan in history, and that created an eternal enmity between them. My fate would be a pathetic one if Dracula ever saw me again.
"Do you still want to meet him? This is the flute he gave us to alert him when we finds you so he would come. Should I do you a favor by blowing....."
"No!!!! Don't!! Please don't do this to me!" I stumbled on my knees and hands, falling helplessly on the feet of Laura, shaking terribly as I cried more. This was the greatest pain I had ever felt in my life. No torture or maltreatment could be compared to this.
My mate, who should have been my last hope and final redemption from this horrible life, was the same man who would kill me if he saw me. The same mate I yearned for and was ready to do anything to meet and spend the rest of my life with was the same man I would live the rest of my life running away from.
I was doomed already. Laura has control over me with that flute, and it hurts so much more to realize it was your mate who would help your enemies end your life in an even more gruesome way.
Laura kicked me off her legs, and even when it flung me away with sharp pain in my chest from her kick, I still crawled and sprawled back because the flute was in her mouth. I don't want to die yet.
At that moment, my father came into the room and didn't say anything to me. He simply whispered something to his mate, Laura, in hushed tones.
"Go back to doing your house chores and be all subjective like a puppet, which you are. Be an obedient child to everyone, or else... you know..." Laura scoffed with a deep smirk and a wry glint in her eyes.
I nodded helplessly, looking up at them with my hair all disheveled and scattered all over my face, my tears mixed with sweat soaking my face wet.
"Poor girl..." Scarlett snickered in a sarcastic tone before laughing derisively at me. They all left, slamming the door in my face.
The little hope I relied on had just been crushed and blown away with the wind. Just when I thought I was at the peak of escape from this cruel fate, it all turned back to nothing. I was back at the beginning. Back to being the slave of the pack and that girl everyone can treat whatever way they wanted.
Why is my life this way? Who will ever save me again? It is all over, I guess. All I have to do now is wait until I die and am forgotten in this cold world.
The door was kicked open again, and I leapt in fear.
"What are you still doing there?" Scarlett came yelling at me, and even before I could say or do anything, she slapped my face and pulled me to the door by my hair, so harsh and rough that I bruised my knees.
"Please stop!" I pleaded, and she chuckled.
"What about calling on your mate for help? The flute can help!" She mocked and went on with her wild and annoying laughter as she released her grip on my hair but kicked me hard on my head that I fell flat on the outside of my room, pain consuming me both from the inside and outside. My heart is bleeding. This is too unbearable!
"I can't believe I was so jealous when he told you to take him to the garden and also went to the mines to look for you. He had also asked around for you with a glint of emotion that he had never shown for anyone else. It was so clear he would be your savior, and we would all get punished for making your life hard. All thanks to the Luna for her smarts. Now you are the most pathetic soul left on earth!"
While I sobbed helplessly on the ground, she laughed mischievously.
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